Last week on Scrubs, you found out that J.D. is a manic Journey fan, and of course nothing could have made more sense in the world… but are dames truly the only creatures on the planet who can hum “Don’t Stop Believin” softly to themselves without fear of being laughed at or having their underwear pulled over their head?
You have to wonder whether the band in question wouldn’t be at least somewhat respected among classic rock literati if not for a handful of ridiculously popular power ballads and creamy mid-tempo numbers, thereby cementing their legacy as Prom Theme Lords of All Space and Time. I submit that, at the risk of sounding like an overly defensive Chicago fan or something (that’s next week’s mea culpa), the majority of their non-singles are fairly rockin. Aren’t they?
hands balls over resignedly